Life is long, indeed long. For Anu, there is no longer the trouble of longevity, and there is no limit to this long life.

This life is long and tiring, but Anu always shows the most beautiful side in front of men.

When she dances, her eyes always fall like silk, intentionally and unintentionally, on the man who is staring at her.

Shyness and teasing will always make those men think that this is a favorite eyewave. One of her glances can always capture the minds of a large number of men.

The smoke is like a spring breeze, and it is the most powerful weapon for women. Who can not sink? Who can not bow down?

Anu dressed up carefully, looking forward to the ripples in her eyes, and the water surface of the Hongjiang River when she smiled, this ripple may be the woman's heartache for many years.

She felt tired and had loved many people at one time. But she still knew that these were just her own wishful thinking. Infatuated with that person, delusional and she will also get the love that Anu once received.

The sun was warm, the clouds were blue, and the scent of flowers came from the tornado, wandering wantonly, but in the end they were drowned by the torrential waves.

In the river of the last separation, she once again saw the falling flowers affectionate and the flowing water unintentional. At this moment, she finally understood that all this was really wishful thinking.

The woman woke up, and she was Anu again. I was myself again, but I wasn't myself.

This woman is covered in bruises. No one forced her to do so, and no one forced her to miss the man. For many years, it was all her own self-inflicted passion.

She became, her ethereal was gone. The clear lotus that was clear and not demonic had begun to rot many years ago, and now it is even more complete.

All of this, wake up.

When the dream was startled, it was still the scholar who rode the boat and the wind and waves.

Chu Cheng knew that it would be difficult for Anu and Cangdao to reunite. The woman who ran in the wind in the past can never come back, and she is no longer the woman who once thought about love and was like a clear lotus out of the mud without staining.

In the river, men take boats, and women run in the wind. There was no more man's words, as if everything had changed.

The picture is also stained with the dust of the years. It's just that all of this is a matter of things and people after all, every dust is a precipitated memory, and each one is heavier than Mount Tai.

This is the grief of a woman, and Anu is not as good as Anu after all. Even if she tries her best to imitate, her every move, demeanor, and deduced imitation of the subtlety and brilliance, it is not the Anu who is willing to let Cangdao voluntarily become a love prisoner.

Because she had only seen Anu once, she was already terminally ill at that time, and she didn't have any thousands of blushes. It's just that I heard the story from the man's mouth and heard the story between him and Anu Fengyue and imitated it.

I haven't seen it, how to imitate it. None of them can become real Anu.

The drinkers sing and sing each other every year, and mortals have been there for a hundred years, and she has been there for thousands of years, and finally it has come to an end.

She came here and wanted to forget about her past. It's just that there is no Meng Po soup in the world, and there is no forgetful water.

Just like this river, the more you want to be quiet. The more you can't escape the ripples. She wanted to forget that person, but the pain was getting worse.

In the end, I found that this obsession was getting deeper and deeper, and in the end, I was crazy.

The person who likes flowers the most is also the most afraid of flowers falling. The person who loves more deeply is also most afraid that the person she loves will be far away from her.

So she condensed a realm of knowledge with thoughts. Only in this way will her favorite flower not wither, and she will be intoxicated by the fragrance of this flower, and she will no longer be sad because of the falling flowers.

In the same way, the man will not be far away from the end of the world, but close at hand.

This is the corpse of countless men, the men who once loved her and were obsessed, all of them were left by her here, a place where only he and her knowledge appeared, in this world.

No one knows, no one enters. If someone doesn't want to do this, it is like those men, after all, they will be seduced by women, and they will be called Cangdao, living Cangdao one after another, and stay here forever in the gentle country.

In the middle of the river, the man finally came to the other side in a boat. It's just a woman, so she didn't step on the river to meet her.

Chu Cheng was in a trance, and saw the beautiful woman come to him.

"When love falls too deep into someone, it is no longer love. Love can't take me, love can't be irretrieved, these two ends of this long life are really helpless. ”

"In the boudoir, although there is an agarwood mattress, I am still uneasy in my heart, feeling the coldness to the bones. What I know, in fact, I always know. For me, this kind of love is like chasing the wind and shadows, and it is difficult to find. So at the end of the day、I don't want to do it anymore

Deceive yourself. ”

"When love dies, it's back to the end. The curtain of the past has not been forgotten, and it has finally been erased over the years. But there was no turning back. The dreams of the past have become empty, and I have become evil. ”

"I am the most unmistakable because of the love things in the world. So, it all became a pipe dream. This mirror of knowledge is the beginning of a fantasy, and this state of knowledge is my transformation from the Tailing into the five aggregates. When the new land of fantasy is gradually gone, the thing that should pass away is also gone, and I am no longer attached, and it is better not to meet each other than to see each other. ”

"In the end, in a far-reaching place where he could not be seen, and became a cloud, the evil body and soul were scattered in the vast expanse. Since then, it is difficult to get together, leaving only a spirit fetus from the past, and this scene of the past, which makes me helpless to pass away. ”

There was another moment of trance, and there was no longer the figure of the woman in front of Chu Cheng's eyes.

He looked down and saw his hands.

It's a pair of slippery hands, it's not his hands.

There was only one voice in my head, still ethereal.

"Please erase the last thoughts from my heart for me, and then I will forget him completely. ”

"Finally, if you meet him in the future, pass on a word to me. I never hated him. ”

As the words fell, Chu Cheng saw his hands stretching out towards the front, and the great array of heaven and earth, the man in the boat, and the river dissipated in an instant.

The spar also collapsed instantly after this scene dissipated.

"The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic. "Jian Ye didn't know what to say. It knew that the men with whom the woman had spent the night were dead. It is not to follow the four words of birth, old age, sickness and death, but to die in the hands of women.

"The promise is a matter of two people, but this betrayal only needs one person, or perhaps, that Cangdao has not returned for a long time for other reasons, or maybe he has died in the hands of that high-level ghost immortal. There was no news of this. Didn't come to keep that promise. ”

This woman is the first body of the heavens and all worlds, but she is miserable for a lifetime and cannot die well. But in the end, she still retained some of her thoughts, and didn't want her mistakes to be deeper.

(I take a month off, I have a severe cold in recent days, and I have no state, and I am uncomfortable to write.) Go hang a drip. Status and life matter. ）

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors